JULY 4, 1984 (Mainly M/F, sometime F/M, Sexual)

[DrBabinski]

Hi everyone. After long time enjoying the reading of some stories here, I've decided to post something I wrote. As they were originally written in Italian, and meant for Italian readers, and I do not feel like to rewrite them, I've passed the doc to the Google Translator. So, if you read something "strange" or which make no sense, I'm sorry.
By the way, I hope you can enjoy the story. Let me have comments if the quality is acceptable, so maybe I can post something else in future...

JULY 4, 1984

I wanted to tell you about the day when everything changed for me and was never the same again.

It was a hot summer in Tuscany, it was exactly July 4th, 1984. At the time I didn't know that in a continent across the sea it was the independence day, but for me that July 4th really meant a turning point in my life. More than independence.

I had just turned 18 a few days before, but despite that I had always been extremely shy around girls, and had abysmally little knowledge about sex in general. To give you an idea, I had no idea how to jerk off and I thought that ejaculation was something to be avoided at all costs, something like pissing yourself, so to speak. All I knew about sex was a few dirty movies, but beyond that, total fog.

All this, in fact, until that day. Which was in the middle of the week. The previous weekend, at the holiday home, the daughter of a dear friend of my mother's from Como joined us. I don't know why, probably I had misunderstood some conversations I had heard in bits and pieces, but I was expecting a little girl, and so it's not like I was in a great mood. And instead they introduced me to Giada: 21 years old, black curly hair, blue eyes, a tall girl of 1.70 with a body seen only on television. My jaw almost fell to the floor, I mumbled something as a greeting and then ran off to the bedroom with my ass on fire because a stake had snapped in my underwear!

The next morning I went to our mechanic friend. The boat my father had given me was an adaptation of an old wooden fishing boat, which had a splendid deck for sunbathing and diving, and was powered by a Ruggerini diesel engine with a characteristic noise, which unfortunately did not want to turn over. The mechanic, a family friend, had told me he would teach me how to get my hands on it, so we were dismantling it, cleaning it, fixing it, etc.

After a few hours, all the internal organs (I swear, that's what they're called) were neatly arranged on the counter, ready for thorough inspection and cleaning the next day, and so I headed home after eating with my friend.

I knew Giada would be at home sunbathing because she didn't want to go to the beach alone, but what I saw as soon as I arrived on the terrace had more or less the same effect on me as the previous evening, but at least I managed to sketch out a more confident greeting. A glittering goddess lying on the sunbed, in a bikini that really only covered the bare minimum. It would be defined as "tight" even today, imagine 40 years ago! And then now I wanted to see those wonderful little feet that the evening before were closed in sneakers, while now they were free and exposed to my gaze. The closer I got, the more the details made them magnificent. And they really were, they remain stable in the top 3 of the most beautiful feet I have ever seen. She even had, and she was really ahead of her time for the time, a very elegant French. Thin and tapered, they shone under the dose of sunscreen with which she had evidently covered herself in industrial quantities.

I stammered a few sentences to get closer to those delights that attracted me like moths are attracted to the light, with her who also proved to be very nice, then, despite the conflicting feelings of extreme desire and extreme shame inside me, I took courage and with the excuse of an innocent prank I took action: I timidly placed my fingers on those soft pink soles ... "coochiecoochiecoo" ... she, at the same time, jumped in the air, screamed and curled up on the deckchair. Giggling, she looked at me with hatred but I didn't take her seriously, I was really too busy (a euphemistic way of saying that I was horny to stellar levels), and I did it again. And I also teased her, telling her that she quacked like a chicken. It was obvious that she suffered terribly and she warned me: "Be careful, he who wounds with fingers, dies by fingers. Forewarned man…» Obviously I didn’t pay attention to her because I was in a complete rage and couldn’t stop. Finally, after a threat between a laugh and a scream, she jumped up and ran after me. I tried a desperate escape but she easily caught up with me after tackling me. I ended up flat on the grass and she pinned my legs between hers. I later found out that she did martial arts, and I wasn’t exactly a hunk, so with that advantage I was easy prey. And in fact, with my feet trapped in her claws, she began to tickle me mercilessly. «So, who’s quacking like a chicken now?» she teased, running those damned nails up and down my feet and, alternately, my sides. The feeling was truly unbearable, me laughing heartily and at the same time my brain was in a tailspin from how tense I was with excitement, so much so that, despite my attempts to control it, a visible wet spot appeared on my tennis shorts. She, even if she pretended not to notice, noticed it, because she almost immediately slowed down the torture to me.

Let's say that was (even if I couldn't know it yet) the prelude to my initiation. But at the time I remained exhausted on the lawn after she let me go, panting, and I was so embarrassed that I waited for her to return victorious to the bed before sadly returning home to wash myself.

I was so hurt by this humiliation that I barely looked at her that evening, speaking to her even less, and the next day I spent the whole day with my mechanic friend cleaning and fixing the boat's engine.

Unfortunately, the next day (it was the 3rd) the mechanic and I had reached a good point, but a piece was broken and it would take a few days to get the replacement, without which there was no point in continuing, so I went back home thinking about how to avoid it.

She was on her usual deck chair and I tried to pass by silently and unnoticed, but she called me.

"What's the matter? Are you offended by something?" she asked very politely.

“No, yes, no, but…” I started to stammer, visibly embarrassed, and she smiled at me. She wiggled her bare feet in front of my nose, put them back on the deckchair and said, “Come on, have fun. Tickle me ! ” I couldn’t believe my ears, but she encouraged me again… I started timidly, but then, once the initial embarrassment was resolved, I really let loose. I was desperately trying to hold on to those eels she had for legs, and I squeezed them between mine to be able to work better. I was going at it first with one, then with the other, then both, while she was laughing, really amused. The fun was, for other reasons, all mine, and the excitement grew so evidently that in the end she, looking between my legs and seeing my erection (we were in bathing suits) that was once again making a wet spot grow, at a certain point she blurted out giggling with a «Hey, take the gas off or you'll shit yourself again!»
Caught again! I blushed and backed away embarrassed, but by now it seemed that the distrust had disappeared, my "secret" had been revealed by her and it didn't bother her at all, so, shortly after I went back out and we chatted again, and a few "dormitories" would slip out every now and then.

After the afternoon spent like this, with little tickling attacks on each other, my eyes on her feet and her tits unfortunately covered by her swimsuit, I can only tell you that my balls hurt. And I didn't know how to make it go away because of my total ignorance, I already told you about it before, right?

Anyway, at dinner in the evening, my parents informed us that the next day they would leave early in the morning for 4 or 5 days to go, with Giada's mother, to some relatives in Lazio. There was a confirmation or something of the sort that I would not have attended even if I were dead, but the rules of the relatives required that at least my parents be present. The fridge was full, the engine was still waiting for the part, they told us not to cause any damage and "not to argue". No, don't ask questions, I know for myself that it was very stupid, but at the time that's how things were!

The next morning, after our parents' umpteenth recommendation not to argue (but why?), we went to the porch because it was windy and the sea was rough on the beach. After a quiet breakfast with the inevitable Nutella, the pranks and mutual treacherous tickling attacks began immediately. If I had had half the experience I have now, I would have put what Giada told me into a specific context and used it "against" her. The "against" is in quotation marks because it's not that she hurt me, on the contrary. She was simply fantastic. She gave me the gift of the passage to adulthood in a way that many can only dream of. However, with the eyes of a grown man, I understand that she also gained a lot from it. In any case, I was a rather silly kid (to use a term of the time) and I ended up exactly where she wanted me. It was the 4th of July...

Between one attack and another he let the discussion slide to the fact that tickling done in that way was not very effective, because you had to use a lot of force just to immobilize the victim. And then he proposed a game where one of the two would tie the other as he liked and would tickle him for 5 minutes. Whoever surrendered before the time was up would have to undergo a penance chosen by the winner. To get me to bite he proposed himself as the first victim. I, obviously, swallowed the bait, hook, line and the whole rod!

I had Giada on the deckchair, her hands tied together above her head and her feet tied together at the base. I wanted to take off the top of her swimsuit (I was dying to see those beautiful tits, not huge but they looked really round and attractive), but she told me that taking off her swimsuit would be her penance if she lost. And so I had an additional incentive. Using a kitchen timer with a mechanical alarm, when everything was ready, I let loose. I was sure I could win. And, probably, with today's experience I would have even succeeded, but at the time what did I know about tying up her big toes (but I'll get back to this later), oil, brushes (electric toothbrushes only existed at dentists) and everything else that today's technology offers us? In any case, I still made her see green mice, because she especially suffered madly under her feet, and the laughter and convulsions that I was making her have were truly satisfying. The 5 minutes flew by for me. I won't tell you how hard my cock was, which didn't show any signs of weakening even for the disappointment of not being able to remove her top. For her, those 5 minutes flew by much less, but still, despite my attempts, she resisted stoically. And it was my turn.

She, while she was tying me up, spent the whole time threatening me with terrible retaliation, and I, in fact, began to understand that perhaps the game was getting out of hand. But it was late and it would not have been honorable to retreat. And in any case I was firmly determined to resist in spite of everything, in order to have a second chance.

She didn’t put me on the deck chair. No, she had other plans. The terrace where we were had a roof with perimeter poles supporting the ground with benches that ran from one to the other, like a sort of arena. The one in the center also had a sort of shelves on both sides, which were used to hold up the flower boxes. Basically, if you got down on your knees, these shelves blocked your legs between the bench and the shelves themselves. And that’s what she did, blocking my knees and ankles, so that I didn’t have the slightest movement. She tied my arms up high, on the frame of the roof. And at that point, with a sadistic smile, she took the timer I had threatened her with a few minutes earlier, placed it on the table and started it. I, who until that moment had been worried that she wouldn’t notice my erection and the wet spot that my boxers were struggling to hide, prepared myself for the worst. Which promptly arrived.

The damn thing had killer nails. They didn't hurt at all because they were very rounded, but they were tremendously effective. On the armpits and hips in particular, but when she went behind my back and attacked the soles of my feet that were facing comfortably upwards, and out of my line of sight, she literally drove me crazy. I laughed and screamed at the same time, with a mixed sensation of itching and pleasure that, I don't think I made it to the third minute, I couldn't resist and I screamed (for the little I could articulate) my surrender.

“Did you see?” she said with great satisfaction.

"Eh, but you have nails, it doesn't count," I replied morosely.

" Bullshit! You lost! And now you'll do penance," she retorted, all gloating.

I was expecting something horrible, or disgusting, or stupid, or something. I repeat: I was a fool! She had other plans. She approached with a sadistic grin…

"Since you wanted to take my costume away from me, your penance will be that I will take it away from you!"

"NO! NO! NO! NO! Something else!!!" I struggled in terror, mostly because my very pronounced (and painful) erection would be visible.

As if I had spoken to the wind. Relentless, slowly and enjoying every single moment of his victory, he slipped his fingers into the sides of his boxer, spread it and began to lower it.

"Let's see what's hidden down here"

«Nonononononono, please…»

"Oh, but look what's there..."

The war was lost. My penis, incredibly hard, was now completely exposed to her gaze. And, to add insult to injury, the glans were extremely wet and dripping with liquid. She, with a detached air, tested the consistency of the member with two fingers. The contact made me jump, but it really only lasted a moment.

"Looks like someone here is really enjoying themselves, huh? If I recall correctly, we haven't reached the end of time, have we?" he smirked.

I didn't have time to reply. I was already there, on my knees with my cock in the air, tied up and at the mercy of his whims. I was about to try to negotiate, but his claws unleashed a new attack.

And this time, more effective than the previous one. Also, unlike before when it was “locked” in the costume, having my member completely free, my convulsions made it sway, and all those jolts also increased the pleasure that came from it. She obviously knew what she was doing, because she seemed to calibrate the tickling according to the movements she was forcing me to do. Also, every now and then she grabbed my penis and moved it back and forth for a few moments, and here is a really fantastic cherry; the movements were very short because she didn't want me to explode before time, and so she measured the thrusts. However, I, who didn't want the sperm to come out (remember the speech from before?), unknowingly gave her a hand by trying to control myself. I don't know how long this perfect storm went on, I think about twenty hellish minutes. And, towards the end, the pain in my testicles really started to be unbearable, so much so that even the noises I made reflected this state. She slowly slowed down the tickling.

"What, you don't like it?"

«Yes, no, I mean…»

"Looking at your friend, you'd think you were really liking him."

Of course I liked it. But I didn’t understand why my member hurt so much, with a strange sensation that I had no idea how to solve. “Yes… but… my balls hurt,” I found a way to confess.

"Oh, it's just because it's too full. But there's a solution to that!" she replied, smiling slyly. I didn't understand what she meant at first, then she gently slid her nails from my back down my sides, passing over my belly and then touched it again. I was short of breath from this new sensation of incredible pleasure, and I could see the glans incredibly shiny and dripping with liquid.

Which, remember, I thought was NOT supposed to come out. At that point, she circled the base of the glans with her index finger and thumb, squeezed lightly, and pulled back. The sensation I felt was indescribable. But before I had time to realize, she moved the circle she had made with her fingers back toward the tip. And another wave of sensation of total pleasure hit me.

“Do you like it like this?” She asked in a calm voice, not needing my answer because she knew exactly what she was doing. And I couldn’t articulate anything that made sense. She continued with studied slowness. I lasted exactly four more strokes.

At the first, a sensation even stronger than the previous one took over my entire pelvis.

At the second, the pleasure did not diminish, on the contrary, and I felt the first stages of loss of control.

On the third, I tried everything I could to stop that “fluid leak” but I could feel the spasms making him jump between his fingers.

Finally, on the fourth, after yet another jolt, I lost control and came. I still remember the noise clearly. A sort of “sbrup” that projected a river of sperm at least two meters away. A guttural sound came out of me, which I had no way of controlling.

His hand continued that slow back and forth for a little longer, each time eliciting a pleasurable spasm from me that made me ejaculate the impossible.

And as she continued with the movement, with each jet that violently shot out, she accompanied the event with a fake stadium chant.

“Olè!” – “Olè!” – “Go!” – “More!” – “More!” – “A little more!” – “Go!” – “Like this!” – “Uh, finished…” was the last one, in a fake disappointed voice.

After this “cheering”, when she finally realized that nothing was coming out, she candidly stood in front of me and asked: “Are you happy?”

I still remember distinctly how “satisfied” I was. More than “happy.” Having regained my breath and a modicum of control over my body after that shocking delirium of emotions, up to that moment completely new, I realized what had happened and apologized profusely.

His eyes widened in wonder.

«Sorry for what exactly???»

I looked embarrassed at the huge amount of sperm on the floor, without speaking.

"Well, you were charged up like clockwork, it's normal, you know?"

This time I looked at her with wide eyes in wonder.

She suddenly understood and, lo and behold, she explained to me the true story of the bees and the flowers, as well as the fact that ejaculation was completely normal. And, while I confessed to her that until then I didn't even know what a saw was (except for the one for wood) and that everything I knew about women and sex came from Italian comedy, she had grabbed the garden hose and was already cleaning the floor and everything.

"I would have bet on it," she said, amused, at the end, as she took my now deflated penis in her hand to give it a wash with water. The fleeting contact, added to the shock of the cold water, made me jump.

“But we still have a lot of things to do,” she continued as she put away the tube. “I just had an idea, and I think your penance will be very pleasant,” she added with a sardonic smile.

" But first, I want to see something." She stood in front of me, a couple of meters away, folded her hands behind her back and let her bra fly off, finally allowing me to see a pair of the most beautiful naked breasts I have ever seen in my life. And, to date I have seen many but those, believe me, were truly fantastic. A C cup, but nice and round and full, with pink nipples in the center of a small areola. And in fact, my friend on the "lower floors" immediately showed interest in the new show. She smiled satisfied.

«So it's not just tickling my feet that interests you!»

I was too dazed to answer her. She moved closer to me, rubbed her nipples on my chest and then up to my mouth, and then went back to where she was.

"But it's not fair that you're the only one naked, right? That's not right. Don't you think I should take off my bathing suit too?"

“Yes, yes, yes!” I quickly nodded. I didn’t believe it. With a very mischievous smile, she undid her panties and let them fall. Today there would be practically nothing strange, it is a very common practice to have the pubic area more or less shaved, but that was a time when “the lush and wild forest” was still very popular. And it was the one that the cinema had accustomed me to.

And so, the sight of a strip of black hair in the middle of a pubic area completely shaved on the sides and under which the precious slit could be glimpsed provoked a chemical reaction in me that made my “friend” jump to attention like a spring.

She laughed amusedly at my reaction. And, now naked as my mother had made her, she approached me.

He took it in one hand and massaged it. Then he moved his hands to other parts of my body, caressing me. And he started tickling me again. Light and delicate, or fierce and wild, he alternated the techniques with skill, interspersing them with sensual caresses on my chest, my back, my buttocks, and yes, even on my penis that had returned to the hardness of marble.

I think this went on for an eternity for me, but about half an hour for the rest of the world. And my member became very wet again…

She was having a great time rubbing her nipples on my chest or having them kissed, and the fact that my cock continued to brush her labia and bounce between her thighs, increasing my excitement, certainly accelerated hers too. Until, evidently also tired of that foreplay, without saying a word she winked at me, raised herself on tiptoe and turned the tip of my cock upwards, directly on her vulva. And, delicately, she went down on her heels, letting me penetrate her. If with the previous handjob I thought I had reached the peak of pleasure, this new sensation taught me a new concept to associate with that word. My voice literally got choked in my throat. And at that point she began to sway and kiss me, while my pelvic movements, purely on instinct, were unleashed. Incredibly, she came before me, even if, given the general excitement, I don't think I lasted very long either. More than the 4 shots before, sure, but certainly not 10 minutes. And, even then, the ejaculation was copious and long-lasting, although, since it was not in free air but inside her pussy, it did not make the mess it had before.

She stayed there for a few moments after I finished unloading inside her, and I could feel the contractions of her vagina as she tried to maximize our mutual pleasure.

Then, with a smile and a sigh, she rose to her feet again and slipped off my cock.

I was breathless and speechless, I don't know which more, and I realized at that moment that his expression had also changed slightly. For the better.

She picked up the hose again and started spraying me, taking advantage of the fact that I was still tied up. We laughed as I told her to stop and instead she continued, directing the jet also on herself, and then she pointed it at my cock and, as before, cleaned it, this time with a little more attention. Once again, giving me pleasure.

He then sat down on the bench in front of me, and, with his legs apart, turned the jet of water on his open sex to wash himself.

My eyes ran from her breasts to that little strip of hair, and to the tips of her feet that had small involuntary movements, very exciting for me. So much so that when the operation was over, she raised her eyes again at me to notice that the soldier had returned to attention.

"So, you can't get enough?" she giggled, splashing water on my sex, without getting any softening reaction. She turned off the water, came closer again and without saying anything she wrapped her fingers around me and started masturbating me.

“Actually, no, now I’m going to teach you something new,” she said slyly after a few moments, stopping the movement. She squatted on her knees and took it in my mouth. God probably exists. And that was the moment when I believed it the most because such a sensation of pleasure was superior to anything I had felt even a few minutes before. That sensation of being sucked, and all the stimulation that the tongue and teeth and lips could provide, along with the fingers, was something intolerable. In a positive sense, in case there was any need to specify it.

But I managed to last a few minutes that time before the hot cum exploded in her mouth. She didn't flinch. She swallowed it all and continued to suck until I had nothing left, and the constant stimulation began to become almost painful.

Almost, because she sensed it, and stopped in time. She stood up and smiled at me.

“Come on, you’ve behaved yourself this morning!” she said jokingly to my penis as she shook it in her hands. And finally she released me.

So it was that on July 4th of the 1984, insame time, I learned how sex works, had my first handjob, my first fuck and my first blowjob. All before lunch!

After lunch I discovered a new position to fuck when you are not tied up (nothing special, the missionary, but it was all dripping grease), I learned a lot about female anatomy because she taught me how and where to touch and lick it, making me "practice" until I made her come. Of course for this I received a reward, first another "missionary" and then another masturbation, this time a little heavier and longer than the first, also because it was the sixth time of the day that she made me ejaculate. And largely satisfying all the same!

Maybe for some the summer of '84 is more famous for the European football championship, for which Italy, world champion in '82, didn't even manage to qualify, but for me that was the most unforgettable summer of my life.

Because after July 4th there was July 6th. Yes, I know that between the 4th and the 6th there is the 5th, but that day, even though it was full of expectations for me, saw a crazy mess with la SIP(now TELECOM) and ENEL for some excavations, and there were workers who all morning were in and out of the house that had a cellar where the equipment was housed and we had to leave access.

Also, the spare part for the engine had arrived and so I decided to leave Giada to her tan and to guard the house.

I got home just in time for dinner, after an afternoon spent reassembling the engine, testing it (and to my satisfaction it ran like a charm) and reinstalling it on the boat.

Giada took the news very well that the next day I would take her by sea to see some of the most beautiful (and hidden) spots on the Tuscan coast.

Women are a killer. When they give you something that you want very much, if it is convenient for them not to make you believe that they gave it to you spontaneously but in reality they desire the thing as much as you do, they even make hot water.

Even going so far as to claim, during dinner, that Alien was by Steven Spielberg and not by Ridley Scott. She knew very well that I, as a film buff (she had already commented on the hundred or so VHS tapes I had), could not help but know something like that, so she came up with the bet of the century.

"If you're right, tomorrow you can tie me up naked and do whatever you want to me!" I, once again, swallowed this "naivety." I jumped up from my chair, went into the living room to get the cassette and returned with the triumphant air of a winner.

I think Giada studied at the Actor's Studio. Because the expression of disappointment for the defeat seemed more real than true! However, she bowed her head and declared herself defeated and ready to pay.

She wanted to give me the first advance that same evening, when, while I was in the shower, she showed up in the bathroom completely naked, making my dick snap to attention. And so I added the word "in the shower" to the experiences. Honestly, because even though she was dressed I still saw her naked, and, incidentally, she had a lot of fun being naked in front of me in the following days, I really wanted to do something else that evening, but given the tiredness and the day spent in the workshop, we decided to postpone everything until the next day.

Which, if it wasn't as memorable as the previous one, really came extraordinarily close, as did the (many) days that followed.

In the morning we set sail for a tour with the cooler full of provisions and water, and as soon as we left the marina Giada thought that the costume would leave unsightly marks on her. "It was part of the penance to be naked, right?" was her only comment as she freed herself of the little fabric that covered her. At the sight of that splendor my cock immediately jumped to attention. She pretended nothing had happened, even though it was obvious that she had noticed. Anyway, we visited a few cliffs and wandered around until we found a very small bay that was only accessible by equally small boats, but above all, accessible only by sea. So I dropped anchor and given the time, we decided to eat some of the sandwiches we had brought. My cock was still hard and sore from the prolonged erection so I first took a "cooling" bath, trusting in the near future.

When I finished eating, I couldn't take my eyes off her, and at that point, she gave up.

"Okay, I lost and I pay the bet. Do whatever you want. But every time you come inside me you free me up for 5 minutes so I can take a bath to rinse off, okay?"

“Okay!” I was so horny that I quickly took off my boxers before even thinking about what to do to her.

“Do you want to tie me up now?” she asked quietly. I nodded. “Then let’s do something first. And shut up.” She said smiling. She took me to the side of the boat, with my dick facing out. She stood behind me, resting her nipples on my back, and driving me crazy. Then, with her left arm she hugged me and held my arms. Her right hand went down to my burning penis, wrapped it between her fingers and quickly masturbated it. As expected the explosion happened in a handful of thrusts, making me shiver with pleasure.

“You’re still too charged,” she explained calmly, “and we need, for BOTH of us to have fun,” she specified, “that you can last at least a little. Now you can tie me up.” And she lay down on the deck, ready and docile to whatever was going through my head.

I tied her up like a starfish. Today we would say Spread Eagle. But the result does not change. She was naked, she was exposed, she was totally vulnerable, even in her private parts. And, at that point, I risked playing a wild card. I took my trusty Canon T70 (at the time, perhaps the most advanced reflex camera) loaded with 36-exposure film from my bag, and I framed her with the zoom. It was a real gamble, and in fact I was ready to put everything away at the first protests but she did not raise any objections.

“Ah, you dirty depraved man, even the souvenir photos so you can jerk off,” he said to me, laughing.

I stammered something in response. “…but if you don’t want it, I’ll put it away…” I added.

"What will happen to these photos?"

«They are a memory for me… for us, if you want… if you don't mind… I…»

“Shut up and shoot, you idiot!”

After the “photo shoot” that covered every square inch of that body, once the film was finished I moved on to serious action and started playing with her.

I made some interesting discoveries. Her nipples, for example, were extremely sensitive. Judging by her reaction, it must have been equal parts tickling and pleasure, and in both cases, a lot.

Her inner thighs, right on the sides of her pussy, made her jump like a fish. Her hips, belly and armpits, I'd say 9 out of 10. And under her feet, 12 out of 10! Like a demon, I tickled her endlessly, unleashing her most uncontrollable laughter. I went on without giving her a break, I think, for at least a good quarter of an hour, at the end of which my cock was incredibly hard and my balls were slightly sore. Obviously, she noticed immediately. As soon as she stopped laughing and caught her breath, I saw her eyes look at mine and immediately after at my cock. She arched her back and simply said "go!"

All things, even the beautiful and exciting ones, in overdose tire or bore. I don't want to say that I immediately lost interest in tickling, but that afternoon I played with her in this way a couple more times, and then I concentrated on something else.

For example, licking her feet, which she greatly appreciated judging by the moans of satisfaction. And sticking my tongue between her toes, or sucking her big toes, or licking her soles and kissing her arch, made me hard as a rock again. And so when, with light caresses I began to approach the other point of attention, she asked me not to penetrate her right away.

"Get on all fours on top of me, leave your little friend on my face and lick my pussy," she asked me sweetly. And I obliged, since until then she had only given me great emotions. So I dived on her little slit and began to lick it. Paying particular attention to the magic button, as she had taught me before. And in fact the effect was wonderful, for me and for her. My excitement, if possible, grew even more, while her gasps became hoarse and full of pleasure. I had a lot of fun playing with her excitement this time, alternating light kisses, sucking or licking her clitoris, while my fingers rummaged in and out of her lips.

Every now and then she asked me to stop, but I really liked that game. At a certain point it must have been too much even for her, because her attempts to move increased in intensity and, after a few more unsuccessful attempts, she also jerked a little and moaned loudly with real pleasure. Despite this, I didn't stop, because I really liked the idea of making her continue to enjoy those little touches of my tongue. Every breath she took was a little moan, until I suddenly felt silence and a warm thing suddenly surround my cock and pull it down. I lowered myself a little with my ass to make it easier for her, and so, while I continued to suck her clitoris, she sucked my cock. Well, I discovered later, that this particular position is called " 69”.

Both my and his accuracy in sucking and licking decreased exponentially as orgasm approached, which exploded quite loudly for both of us.

One of the things I had noticed was that, for some time after the orgasm, Giada became much more sensitive to tickling. And so I took advantage of it. We rested for half an hour, bathing and chatting.

She even asked me if I had another roll of film for the camera (digital was still a long way off at the time), and since I had brought some with me, she posed for me, this time untied but still dressed only in her skin, smoking three more films in unforgettable poses.

The view was what it was, and I got a noticeable erection again. I put the Canon away and got back to work; this time I decided to slightly change the position in which I had tied her up until that moment. She was really calm, she let me do it without objecting a “but”, in fact she smiled because she saw that I really put passion into it.

I had a half-idea and wanted to see how practical it was, so I moved her closer to the edge of the deck, where you go down to the cockpit. I tied her hands outstretched above her head, securing them to the bow. I tied her ankles, one at a time, so that she was stuck with her legs extremely spread, almost in a birthing position, so to speak, but with her feet in mid-air.

With other ropes, which on a boat are called ropes and are never lacking, I blocked her completely. Stopping to admire what I had done, I looked at her naked body with her vulva completely exposed. I had asked her if I was hurting her and she said no, but her thighs were so spread that her little flower remained open without needing to touch her lips. And with my cock already in a determined raise, I asked her if I could finish the last roll.

“I don’t think there was anything hidden in the earlier shots,” she replied, chuckling, well aware that her pussy (and everything else) had been widely immortalized before. “But if I ‘inspire’ you so much, why not?”

And so, taking advantage of a particular light condition and a particularly exposed pose, I took, among other things, some shots that it would be an understatement to call gynecological: I'll just tell you that I used the "macro" position for details of her clitoris and her lips that not even an anatomy book could tell! And the best part was that she even encouraged me.

Well, finally I couldn't take it anymore. I put the car away and went on the attack. A little tickling, to start. Then I kissed and sucked her tits, paying particular attention to those little studs of flesh that were her nipples, while with one hand I went down to her pussy and masturbated her as she had taught me. And the results came shortly after. Despite the numerous orgasms I had made her reach in the previous "session", even in this one the moans of pleasure flowed loudly. And when I moved to the middle of her sex, licking it avidly and sucking her clit, alternating the flicks of my tongue with lively hickeys, she went crazy with pleasure and began to scream again and tell me, without any real sense, to stop and continue. I really liked that game, but I tried a variation. It turned out to be very lucky, from my point of view. I decreased the intensity of my licking, stood up and ran my fingers up her thighs, up to her feet. I started quietly, sucking her big toes and licking her fingers. Then I sent my tongue to tickle between her toes and on the arch of her foot. I did everything with my mouth, so while I held her foot with one hand, I continued to touch her pussy with the other, with delicate pinches around her clitoris. The effect was devastating, both for me and for her. She laughed and panted, because I alternated a little masturbation and a little tickling. And I went on like that, from one foot to the other, with my hands like an octopus, without respite, in the grip of a deadly excitement. I think, but I'm not sure, that she asked me to fuck her, but I was having too much fun with that thing. My cock was hard but it didn't hurt yet, so it wasn't time yet. You can say that I am a bastard, today I would probably do a similar “wickedness” even knowingly, but that time it was pure instinct. So I alternated for a time that seemed infinite even to me, licking her vulva, her feet, masturbation, tickling, kissing her nipples, her clitoris and her big toes, until a certain burning sensation from my lower parts informed me that the level had been reached. I positioned myself in front of her, I slid the glans up and down her slit a few times as she had shown me, and I inserted it. From the ease like a hot knife in butter with which I entered her, I deduced that she had also enjoyed that game a lot, so I tried to move slowly so as to last a little longer. Since, tied in that particular position, standing in the well I had her pussy exactly at the height of my cock, I found my hands free. And so with one hand I was tickling her clit, and with the other I was tickling her feet. And I was alternating hands, so as to do a little of one and a little of the other. She was laughing, shaking and moaning like I had never seen her do before, so I went wild with a ferocious tickling under her feet. Her moans turned into loud laughter, and inside her I felt uncontrolled contractions as she tried to escape my fingers, increasing my excitement even more. I increased the frequency of my pelvic thrusts, slowed the tickling to light scratches, and resumed rubbing her clit between my thumb and forefinger. After I think no more than 10 seconds her hoarse cry and above all, her quivers and contractions, informed me that she had enjoyed another powerful orgasm. And my cock, stimulated by those new sensations, erupted another river of sperm. Soon after I stopped, still inside her, still, panting and very satisfied. As was she, after all.

I untied her shortly after, and lay down beside her. We took a bath together and then returned to the boat. We were both very tired and exhausted and commented on the matter between laughter and threats of retaliation.

Of course, seeing her like that, naked and beautiful, after a while it got up again. It wasn't a question of being super gifted. I'm not and I wasn't. It was about being at the end of adolescence, with hormones at full blast, and having a "playground" ready to satisfy all fantasies.

But at that moment she told me that if I wanted, since she had lost the bet, she would let me penetrate her again (or whatever I wanted), otherwise, if I resisted, she would “give me a prize” in the evening and the next day she would teach me something new. Obviously I decided on the mysterious surprise.

We stayed chatting on the way home. I discovered that the reward was that she came to shower with me. And, in that moment, she made me discover some details omitted in the previous “lesson”. Much more relaxed, because she had always remained completely naked until a few meters from the port, we had a good dinner, a nice walk on the seafront with an ice cream, and then we went to bed because we were feeling tired.

The next day my parents called to tell us they would be back the following morning, so they told us to do some grocery shopping and various other logistical tasks.

So we went out a little later than expected, with her, as planned, stripping completely just outside the harbor. Reaching another sheltered bay, she put her plan into action.

He took advantage of a sort of reclining surface that was at the stern, the original use of which escaped me (it must have been something to do with fishing nets) and, after having me take off my costume, he made me lie down on it. He tied my hands to the sides of the boat and my legs down, slightly spread to pass around the "seat" of this inclined surface. I was as if I were on a sort of deckchair "T".

"Yesterday, little rascal," she said to me, smiling as soon as the immobilization work was completed, "you had fun making me enjoy myself, eh? Today it's my turn to play!"

Said like that it sounded like a threat, but the naughty child's look was a sign of something very pleasant.

Indeed, she was, though not right away. She addressed my cock directly: “Are you ready?” she asked, as if he could actually answer her.

She went to get a bottle of baby oil from her beach bag, and with a very voluptuous manner she spread it all over herself in an extremely meticulous way. Obviously very close to me, who didn't miss a single bit of that show. Then she poured it on me and began to spread it all over my body. She was always getting very close to my cock, closer and closer, but at the last moment she deviated.

I was starting to tremble because the “little one” was now an iron stake. She looked at me, gave me a satanic smile, and dropped a few drops of oil directly on the chapel. She waited for the oil trails to slide down, then she gave me a very short masturbation. And she stopped as soon as she recognized the first symptoms of an imminent explosion.

“Oh no, I’m not going to make your life that easy today,” she sneered. I stood there, frozen with desire, and in response, she lay down on the deck in front of me, rested the soles of her feet on my knees in a sort of gynecological position similar to the one I had her assume yesterday, which allowed me an intimate and perfect view of her sex and… she began to masturbate.

That image is still burned into my memory, as are all the days of that wonderful summer. Her gasps of pleasure, her fingers squeezing her hard nipples and slipping between her parted lips, revealing the wonderful pink world they protected. My cock, which was already noticeably excited, and which had just been stimulated a few minutes before, showed its impatience by secreting liquid like a snail.

And her? In all this, she, with all the calm in the world, continued to masturbate until she came at least a couple of times. Then, very satisfied, she stood up, gave me a little pat on the foreskin telling me that she would be right back, and dived into the sea. I was in the grip of a sort of desperation. I tried to free myself, in vain. And equally in vain I tried to find a way to make my member touch something so that I could somehow masturbate. And my frustration did not help to make him come down.

After a few minutes she came back on board, the water on her oiled skin forming droplets that made her horny beyond anything. I begged her, at that point, to do something to me.

And she did something to me: tickle! She did an unimaginable amount to me up until that moment.

On the hips, on the armpits, on the belly, on the feet of course, and all while being very careful that my excitement did not go beyond the point of no return, which was impossible because I had absolutely no way of satisfying myself alone. She had studied the position very well.

I think that, between one thing and another, she continued tickling me for a couple of hours, with my cock literally burning. After repeating the baby oil recitation on herself and on me, including a very brief contact with my cock, she decided to repeat the masturbation scene.

I was going crazy. I would have given anything to be able to slip between those sparkling lips. And she, to make matters worse, took them with her fingers and opened them like a flower to show me the inside. And, at that point, she slowly slid her feet down my legs, with her big toes she brushed my area making me jump with pleasure, and then she made them "climb" up my body until they reached my mouth. And I took them greedily, licking and sucking them, because the pleasure that I got from feeling her big toes in my mouth or her soles sliding under my tongue made my excitement grow even more, which was now vaguely painful, but the sensation prevailed over everything.

At one point she curled her big toes in my mouth, just as she was reaching I don't know what orgasm, and she pulled her feet towards her. At that point, I begged her to let me enjoy myself. She looked distractedly at her watch, didn't answer, and with a fluid movement she sat on me, welcoming my cock inside her body, which was also hot and excited. I jumped with pleasure, and she started to go up and down, but the pelvic movement that I was enjoying so much ended after only three movements.

“Did you believe it?” she taunted, standing up and then pulling away from his erect penis. “It’s not time yet!”

And as the words died in my throat because guys, seriously, at that point my balls were really hurting, she dove back into the water.

She returned on board after a short swim while I watched her, a mixture of desire and despair, without having the courage to open my mouth.

The pea was purple in color, and had already made a considerable puddle of fluids.

She lay down in front of me again, but much closer this time, spread her legs once again showing me every detail of her private parts, and put her feet in my mouth once more.

Since it had worked in distracting me before, I again pounced on those delights, and if it hadn't been for a slight but dull pain in my testicles, it would have been perfect.

The thing that drove me crazy was that when I stuck my tongue between her fingers, and in some parts of the sole, she would suddenly pull them back because of the tickling. I promised myself to treasure that information if I had the chance, and I continued to at least enjoy that activity.

After what seemed like an eternity, Giada's feet slid down, aiming straight for my groin. One foot touched my balls, using its toes to gently massage the sack. The other slid its sole over the glans. I began to tremble. And, at that point, the foot that was under my member lifted up, gripping the shaft between my big toe and my ill toe, while the other foot closed over it so as not to let my penis slip away. And Giada, in that way, began to masturbate me. I began to gasp with pleasure, and she stopped again, pulling her feet back. "Wait just a moment longer," she said after seeing my truly desperate face. She took a piece of rope that was there and tied her ankles. Then she took a small elastic band for her hair and used it to keep her big toes close together. At that sight I fainted. At that moment I understood that it was used to keep my feet close together without making too much effort, but in my head the “alternative” use materialized, and I mentally noted that too . She approached me and slid my member between the arches of her feet, as if it were a sort of vagina, and began to move them slowly back and forth. I was at the height of excitement, I was so charged that after just a few strokes I flooded her with sperm. She giggled, finding it funny, and when she realized that nothing more was coming out, she freed her feet, stood up and dived into the sea to wash herself, leaving me there alone, prey to a feeling of almost mystical satisfaction.

When she returned on board, she didn't untie me, but washed me with a bucket of sea water, which literally froze me. But the respite was very short-lived, because, after caressing me a little, just to revive me a bit, she knelt down and took it in my mouth for one of the best blowjobs I can remember. Well, in fact Giada had a very special talent for this activity. Not many of the women I had with her to date have proven to be so good. However, going back to 1984, after a work of tongue and lips, I came in her mouth because she didn't let go even after the first jets of sperm exploded. And not even after that... she continued to work her tongue, giving me incredible pleasure, even after it was all over. She got up a few minutes later, with a very satisfied expression, saying to me "See? All clean! Not even a drop around!" And she dived back into the water.

This time she stayed a little longer, and when she came back on board, again, she let me watch her oil herself up. And then, of course, she oiled me up. And my cock, this time more carefully, and getting it hard again. Then, as expected, she lay down in front of me with her legs spread wide and her feet on my lap, and masturbated again.

This time, however, the movements were a little different, the fingers went deeper, and when she was definitely excited too, she came forward and as she had done a little before, she slipped on my cock. But this time it wasn't just to excite me and that's it. She began to move up and down, touching herself, touching me... she reached orgasm just before me, causing a chain reaction of mine because her contractions of pleasure, which I felt with my glans, were an accelerant, and, for the third time perhaps in an hour, I exploded with pleasure.

That afternoon on the boat she saw two more orgasms from me. But she had untied me. It was me, this time, lying on the deck, and I was licking her pussy on top of me while she gave me another blowjob. Basically another 69, but with the positions reversed from the first time.

The second, another “trivial” footjob (today footjob), since, despite everything, seeing her naked didn't stop me from getting an erection after a few minutes at most.

By now it was late afternoon, and Giada, seeing my umpteenth erection, giggled, promising me that she would take care of it in the evening at home. The little bitch, in fact, put her swimsuit back on from just before entering the port to immediately after the door of the house was closed, after which the most total nudity, driving me crazy. Not only that, since she knew that I had bought some new rolls of film for the photos, she asked me to take some more shots of her, also because outside the sun was about to set, the light was very beautiful, and therefore, once again, an avalanche of shots with her as the model. After taking about fifty poses on the terrace, we moved inside: living room first and bathroom under the shower afterwards, where she had me join her for another good fuck under the water. Finished? Not even in your dreams! The last two rolls in the bedroom, and the celestial vision of her naked had an effect once again. In fact, at the end of the last shot, she told me to go to her and after a few kisses and caresses she climbed on top of me and gave me the “goodnight candle extinguisher”, using her words.

The next morning, as scheduled, my parents came back and the first thing they asked us was if we had argued. "No, Mom, we didn't argue." Giada and I were much more worried that signs of other activities would be seen. She had in fact explained to me that it wasn't a good idea for our games to become public knowledge, and above all she had made me swear on a stack of Bibles that the photos I had taken of her would never be released.

As we were about to go on the boat, her mother wanted to join us, and this happened a couple more times, which prevented not only our games, but also the simple sight of Giada, since she couldn't take off her costume. Then, to our great fortune, she returned to Como because she had to go back to work, while her daughter stayed with us.

The next day we finally went out on the boat but she announced to me that she had her things and therefore we couldn't have sex. For this reason she kept her swimsuit bottoms on, even though her tits were always in full view, and she let me play with them. Even with her feet, but without being tied up because she wasn't very well. However, she was very kind because she gave me some wonderful blowjobs.

Unfortunately the weather got bad for almost a week, and since the house was now uninhabitable from that point of view because of the parents, and the boat was therefore our only playground, because of the rough sea I had to have days of abstinence. Or rather, WE had to have days of abstinence, because I liked our activities as much as she did. As I have already had the opportunity to say, she never missed an opportunity to provoke me when no one was looking: for example, suddenly pulling up her shirt under which she was not wearing a bra, or moving her panties to show me the pink when she was sitting in front of me.

The weather forecast said the next few days would be beautiful, and she winked at me and told me to buy some new film for the camera. I got a hard-on just thinking about it.

When we finally managed to get out on the boat, she immediately after stripping naked began to smear herself with oil as she had done a few days before, making sure I could see every single detail of her vagina, and then, after observing my erection in my bathing suit, with a sardonic smile she said to me: “You know, until today I have never met anyone who liked me so much.”

"Giada, what can I tell you… you're so beautiful…"

“…and generous!” she concluded with a laugh. Then she continued. “Come on, grab your camera, we have things to do!”

Ah, how much there was to do. Three rolls of 36, shot in I think less than half an hour, with her moving with ease and uninhibited, moving from “extremely explicit” poses to others like a Greek statue, with that body that, made shiny by the oil, made me want more and more.

Out of breath, I put the car down and looked at it longingly.

She giggled slyly. “Today we’re going to do an experiment: do you remember when I lost the bet?”

“Of course, why not?” How could I forget the day he had granted me everything?

“Today we’ll do it again!” he said with a big smile. “But last time I stopped you at a certain point. Not today.”

"I do not understand…"

“Given the backlog, today I’m curious to see how long you’ll have the energy to fuck!” she sneered.

She told me that to get the result I could tie her up again, tickle her... in short, she gave me maximum freedom of action with her body. Thanks to the forced abstinence, the fact that she was beautiful, but above all the fact that I had hormones at full blast, that day, considering from morning to night, I had eleven orgasms, and she even more.

Among other things, I had put into practice the idea of tying her big toes, and the result was quite explosive, so much so that from that moment on, I very rarely left them free. Having discovered that in addition to the aesthetic side, by stretching the skin of the soles it made them even more sensitive, I had found a way to tie them even when I tied her with her legs spread.

In the following days we fucked like hedgehogs at least 5 or 6 times at every outing. A couple of nights that my parents were out, we even took a shower together, obviously not to save water!

In general we repeated some of the positions that we had liked the most in the previous days, or tried new ones, in the water, on the rocks, on the beach, on the boat, tied up, with or without tickling…

And, to witness many of these activities, there are several photos!

By the way, Giada must not have minded being tied up and masturbated (something I had learned to do very well), or even being penetrated while she was immobilized, because she wanted to try different positions. Not to mention the fact that she was comfortable in front of a lewd and voyeuristic camera like me.

In short, that girl was a precious playmate for me during those two months of erotic euphoria. She taught me everything, and I like to think that she also learned something that perhaps she had never considered enough.

In the eyes of today's adult, I also understand that she was a girl who had a great desire to have fun, and that she couldn't believe she had at her disposal a virgin boy always ready "for use". And I suspect that all the care taken in teaching me certain things to do, others not to do, etc., depended more on the fact of having greater personal satisfaction than on the soul of a good "teacher". In any case, that summer was unforgettable for me.

When she left, she left me with a huge void inside, and it must have been the same for her because I could see that she was sincerely sorry. It's true, we fucked in two months like I've never fucked in a whole year, under the hormonal storm of a late adolescence in full swing for me, but for her too it was pure sexual pleasure. I was dying of wanking looking at the photos I had taken of her (and I also remember the guy's face when I went to pick them up at the store), and we kept in touch by letter. By letter, not email. It was 1984 and the internet (and emails) came in 1992, but by that year we had already lost contact.

We saw each other again at Christmas that year (in '84, I mean) when they invited me to Como for the holidays.

On that occasion, since she already lived in her own house, we repeated many of the summer erotic performances. In reality, I didn't think there would be any great occasions and I was afraid that, having returned to her life, she would no longer want to be a "training ship". And instead, luckily for me, I was wrong. The proof was that as soon as I entered her house she made me sit in the living room and told me to wait for her a moment; a few minutes later she came back completely naked with a big smile painted on her face. And I also remember the phrase: "You remembered to bring the camera like I told you, right?"

Just to give you an idea of how much she liked it too.

In today's eyes I think she really enjoyed fucking and wasn't afraid to show it, and in fact we had a lot of fun reliving some of our favorite experiences, but also exploring new ones. Some had to do with tickling, some less so, almost all with what I discovered was called "bondage", but all with mutual satisfaction I must say. I suspected that she enjoyed being tied up much more than she wanted to show, but anyway it was 15 days in which I learned almost everything I know today. During that time she also made me try a condom. We used it maybe 3 or 4 times in total, but since we had talked about it in the summer, it was time to see how to use it.

Then there was what we thought was the last replay of that lustful riot of our erotic games, brief but unforgettable. It happened the following summer, when she came to our house for a little over three weeks. She was very nice to me. She told me right away that these would be the last times of our games because she was at the beginning of a relationship with someone and would no longer be able to do what she wanted, but she made it clear that before the relationship became official she wanted to have a good time. She told me, with a big smile, that her things had just passed, and that we would therefore have all those 25 days available to "play".

Luckily the weather was good, and so, every single day, she was completely naked just 50 meters out of the port, and she put her bathing suit back on only before going back in. About ten times, taking advantage of the fact that we had the house free, we also did it in bed or in the shower.

Here too, almost everything is documented! In short, in those days we killed each other with tickling and sex. And that's not a figure of speech, it was a constant challenge to the upside, and we only stopped when she couldn't squeeze even a drop from my penis. But, before getting to that point, we had both enjoyed ourselves to the point of exhaustion.

As expected, unfortunately, she was then joined by her boyfriend who took her away elsewhere.

Christmas 1985 was, consequently, much less “lively” than the previous one: we didn’t meet but we telephoned each other, exchanged greetings and a few letters in the meantime, but she had her life, I had mine, and our lives seemed to be separating.

But fate had one last gift in store for me (to be honest, for “us”, since she didn’t mind): in May I learned that she would be our guest for the whole summer, because she had broken up with her boyfriend who, it turned out, was also someone who had the habit of raising his hands and therefore there were also legal issues involved and my mother’s friend had asked us if she could stay with us for a “change of scenery”. My mother, blissfully naive, had also asked me to keep her company and try to distract her and make her feel better.

Far from feeling good. Giada and I gave it our all that summer. Aside from the “red” periods, there wasn’t a single day that went by without her and I having sex. Three months, almost four, where, almost always she but sometimes I too, one of us was tied completely naked at the mercy of the other, and “suffered” sweet tortures that ended with beautiful orgasms. This was because, Giada finally confessed to me what I suspected, she had discovered that being tied in such a vulnerable way, being masturbated or tickled without being able to do anything to prevent contact, she liked a lot and it turned her on. And being photographed in that way also contributed to turning her on. The fact that, she also told me, she had discovered this side of her thanks to me, in a certain way filled me with pride, because at least a small contribution to that period of sexual revelation, I too had given. Of course, sometimes we simply wanted to have more traditional sex, in the sense that there were no ties involved, but the positions and places were left to the wildest imagination.

I think my mother sensed something of our complicity, but she never said anything. However, I saw her smiles full of innuendo every time Gloria and I organized something, and she never got in the way.

That summer was, unfortunately, the last time we saw each other. As always happens in life, all good things come to an end. Contact became rarer, she had found a new boyfriend who respected her, I began to see girls and in turn got engaged to Emanuela (but that's another story), and then, slowly, that friendship was lost in the mist of time.

I have told you about this experience of mine to put on paper, or rather on video, these memories which, as I have already told you and repeated, are burned into my mind in a probably indissoluble way.

But now I have to tell you the last part. About ten years later, it was 1995, while tidying up the old things in the cellar, out of the blue I found the boxes with the slides that concerned us, which I had hidden well: 587 images that I scanned in the following days, with a passion that immediately reignited. Facebook didn't exist yet, so, with the traditional method of "mom, ask your friend for Giada's phone number", within a few days I managed to contact her.

We discovered, among other things, that we lived 25 km apart. We met again that same evening, and, thanks to the fact that both she and I had returned single from rather disastrous sentimental situations, the passion exploded again.

We discovered, among other things, that we lived 25 km apart. We met again that same evening, and, thanks to the fact that both she and I had returned single from rather disastrous sentimental situations, the passion exploded again.

I won't go over the list of everything that happened that night, and the nights after, by now you've understood that we had a lot of fun. What you don't know is that we got married two years later, and even today, although with much less energy, we still have a lot of fun. Every now and then we happen to review on the tablet, now in digital form, all our "memories of youth", commenting on how much we gave it our all.

A few days ago I wanted to write down that unforgettable passage of mine into adulthood in which she gave me a formidable help, and in general our story, even if, for various reasons, I changed some names and some places.

So, aside from the fact that none of those photos will ever be published, censored or not, Giada is NOT named Giada, she is NOT from Como, and the events did NOT take place in Tuscany.